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after an hour.
The old woman and a dozen old men and old women, with an average age of over 60 years old, walked into the coffee shop tremblingly.
Standing in front of Wang Aoran respectfully.
This made the coffee shop owner feel terrified.
These old people, in case that one is not in good health, they suddenly fall to the ground and vomit blood, and the game is over.
His coffee shop will be ruined accordingly.
"Gudong."
The owner of the coffee shop swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty, and walked towards Wang Aoran cautiously under the watchful eyes of several waiters.
"Sir, our shop is about to close."
"You see if you take them with you."
"Change place?"
Afraid of accidents, the owner of the coffee shop decided to close during the evening peak.
It is also difficult for him.
"Snapped!"
Wang Aoran wouldn't talk nonsense with the coffee shop owner, he just slapped him backhand.
He slapped the coffee shop owner's face fiercely!
"Are you talking nonsense with me?"
Wang Aoran glanced coldly at the owner of the coffee shop: "One more beep, believe it or not, I smashed your coffee shop for you?"
"Gudong."
"Don't dare, dare not."
The owner of the coffee shop swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty. After being slapped, he didn't dare to make blind comparisons with Wang Aoran at this moment.
He knew very well that Wang Aoran was not joking with him.
Wang Aoran would really smash his shop down without hesitation!
"roll."
Wang Aoran ignored the owner of the coffee shop, but glanced at the dozen or so elderly, weak, sick and disabled old men and old women: "Not bad, very good."
"You guys are interesting."
"Boss, what should we do?"
"Do you want to call the police?"
Several waiters looked at the cafe owner suspiciously, all very worried.
"Why did you report to the police, and what reason do you have to call the police?"
"That law stipulates that we can no longer accept elderly customers?"
The owner of the coffee shop smiled wryly: "Give me quick eyesight and quick hands, and take good care of these old men and women."
"Don't let anything happen to you."
The owner of the coffee shop clasped his hands together: "The Tathagata Buddha, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the Lord of Heaven, Allah, God, the Virgin Mary and the Flying Noodles are truly blessed."
"Don't let them have an accident!"
"Young Master, what is it that you called us over?"
The old woman in the lead looked at Wang Aoran cautiously.
The other old men and women did not speak, and looked at Wang Aoran very vigilantly. Because they all knew that Wang Aoran had some mental problems.
So easily, they didn't dare to talk to Wang Aoran, for fear of angering Wang Aoran.
If it weren't for the old woman who gave them 10,000 yuan, they were greedy for money.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to see such a mentally handicapped Wang Aoran.
"I call you here, there is only one thing."
Wang proudly sneered, and stretched out a finger: "This is it, let you form one."
"Pengci Brigade!"
"what's the situation?"
"Pengci Brigade?"
"What is this going on?"
A group of old men and old women were very confused, looked at each other, and talked about it. I don't know what is wrong with Wang Aoran's brain, and he wants to set up such a troublesome Porcelain Brigade.
Isn't this funny?
So what is funny!
"It's the Porcelain Brigade!"
Wang Aoran nodded slightly, and affirmatively answered the doubtful old women and old men: "You people, from now on, will be under her leadership."
"They're all members of the Porcelain Brigade."
Wang Aoran looked at the headed old woman: "What's your name?"
"Return to Young Master Wang's words."
"My name is Huang Juhua."
The old woman Huang Juhua, who was the leader, quickly answered Wang Aoran.
"very good."
Wang Aoran nodded slightly, and pointed at Huang Juhua: "From now on, you are the captain of the Porcelain Brigade."
"Take them and go touch porcelain for me."
"I still say the same thing, as long as I am satisfied with what you do, I will reward each of you with 500,000 yuan!"
"If not dissatisfied."
Wang proudly sneered: "I will throw you into a cesspool and drown you!"
"Young Master Wang, how do you want us to touch porcelain?"
"Who will get the money from Pengci?"
"What if we are arrested by the Public Security Bureau?"
"That's right, I was injured while touching porcelain. Is this considered a work-related injury?"
A group of old men and old women are all people who care about every penny. Looking at Wang Aoran, they discussed and questioned Wang Aoran.
"Your questions. I can answer you accurately."
After scanning the crowd of elders and aunts, Wang proudly said with a smile: "The money earned by Pengci belongs to you, and I won't marry any of it."
"You are going to be taken away, I will send someone to bail you out and catch you."
"If you are injured, it is considered a work-related injury, and I will pay for your treatment. If you die, it will be considered a death in the line of duty. I will compensate your family members and take care of your funeral."
"What you need to do."
Wang proudly sneered: "That is, at least ten people touch me every day!"
"The more important point is to let these people know that I let you touch porcelain and make them hate me!"
"If anyone can't do it.
Wang Aoran sneered: "Don't blame me for saying something ugly first."
"I said that if I can't do it, I will kill anyone!"
"I can't do this."
"Too dangerous."
An old man glanced at Wang Aoran, who had a trick in his mind, and wanted to leave.
"Break the leg."
Wang Aoran cast a look at his cousin Wangsun who was beside him.
"Snapped."
"Click."
"Aww."
"Plop."
Accompanied by a miserable howl, the old man's leg was directly broken by Wang Sun!
"You're crazy."
"My legs."
The old man hugged his broken leg and howled miserably on the ground.
"This is the fate of disobeying my order."
Wang Aoran pointed to the old man with a broken leg, and then glanced at the remaining old men and women: "You, who wants to leave?"
"You can stand up now."
"I will fulfill you."
"I'll let you come in standing up and go out lying down."
"Gudong."
"Too cruel."
"There must be something wrong with this person's head."
Looking at Wang Aoran with ferocious eyes, the rest of the old men and old women didn't dare to beep anymore.
They were all in a panic, looking at Wang Aoran tremblingly.
No one dared to say quit.
"That's about the same."
Seeing this, Wang Aoran nodded very satisfied.
"Yellow chrysanthemum."
"Take them to touch porcelain."
Wang Aoran asked Huang Juhua to distribute his photos to a group of old men and old women.
"Remember, let these people who are touched hate me."
"The more you hate me, the better."
"I will send someone to supervise you, and whoever fails to complete the task will be finished."
"Hahaha."
Seeing Huang Juhua leaving and other old women picking up the old man, Wang Aoran let out a wild and excited laugh.
He can already imagine.
Countless blackening points, already.
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